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A Storm Of Grey
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A Storm Of Grey |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL 
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Here again just on the other side of midnight wishing memories would stay in their corners where I put them where they are living out their life sentence put upon them by my unwilling heart. I keep passing grey grey clothes shirts that scream from department store racks (the kind that spin in a circle so you don't have to actually use your limbs and walk around it) those shirts reach out to me with flaired wrists some flaunting a sheer fabric and some thick enough to hold a heartbeat in if one were to show beneath beating and playing like a mouse beneath a carpet in one of those absurd cartoons. skirts that flirt the boundaries with their hems shy skirts bold skirts or brazenly split skirts and they're all attractive to me bludgeoning me with their calm demeanor like nice department store ladies who tell me that loud pink dress with ruffles that swallow me really would look good on me (shuddering) then there are these infuriating grey skies that threaten the voyage across the ocean I wanted to take before a welcome Autumn claims the summer I never got to participate in. I'm afraid of drowning in that ocean blanketed in grey staring at me as if trying to hyponotize me and suck me under. It promises storms with a malice and waves its frothy wind swept ardor at me like a stranger trying to lure a child from a park deceptive and rating high again on the shudder scale. Then my mind grey better than black but so alluring yet. My mood grey and the grey in my mood isn't so calm as it used to be and beyond simply exisiting I don't know what else I could do if my walls were permanently painted that color. Go mad perhaps and repaint them with the colors of my screams only to have that grey againj so deceptively serene that I could drown in it just like drowning in that ocean. so it seems grey is not my color and yet I am making the fashion mistake of my emotional life by being its unwitting victim buried beneath the clouds choking on constant gloom. I will not bend to the cowardice of a silent judgement. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
OMG, this is unreal grey sadness. I love the way it is written, but hope your days are not so grey as depicted in all this imagery. But if so, can I send a cerulean blue sky, or a bouquet of yellow roses your way? |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
talking about clothes just did a poem on the subject  ...I see that somehow the colour of clothes does reflect the mood...hope you get over this  |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
Ahhhhh ... but isn't "grey" just one of the many shades of blue? I suppose blue can be forboding too, but when displayed as clear skies and crisp clean water it then encourages smoooth sailing ahead. So shake out those "wishing memories" and put them in the spotlight so your focus will stay away from those grey shadows. Ohhhhhh...what a mood I am in tonight....running amok. Great read here Jennifer! |
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Moonlight Romeo
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
When gray is blue, or, when blue is gray, we find the secrets of the heart. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Jenn, Get published already and then drown me in a crate of (wet) books. Pretty please? The "B" is for Black |
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